文本歌词

Do It Again - Cam'ron
Man I f**ked alotta b**ches man true
Made a lotta money true
Made a lotta enemies true
Would I do this sh*t all over again I dunno
That's a good question would you do your life over again
I know I f**k fat a** Tasha one more time if I have nothing else to do
I f**k that b**ch one more time that a** was fat
Yo shorty get a desk and chair
Now wit the guess appear
But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where
From the f**ked up scar to the tough luck bar
To my cousin fightin chapters in a crushed up car
I handled live beef from the pluriel I beef
Capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me for what
Cause I drive a fresh benz and collect ends
But I lost brothers some best friends
Word life we all bredgren
But we all speak and nobody budgin
Cause we all stubbrin
Yeah we let the hate rise
Give each other fake fives
Look back periphieal give each other snake eyes
True in all sequals true
You too of all people
Guess they right money is the root of all people
A ni**a front on them though I triggered at em'
I don't know Big it's just the type of ni**a I am
I live my life a thug
Live my life wit drugs drugs
F**k everybody else I live my life for Blood
So Lexus Moff I got's to keep Triste near
Cause Blood suppost to be here cause blood suppost to be here
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again
Uh One of my worst fears is being stuffed in a hearse
Six feet deep being crushed my the earth
Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth
Every mothaf**ka see how much it was worth you makin money
Oh you stressin my best misjudgin of my worst
And all my life put in nothin but work
Y'all talk about how I was such a big flirt
I never slowed down cause I was f**kin wit skirts
I mean since the early days I was cuttin from church
Y'all talk about things I've done to my life
You talk about things that I've done to my wife
I know where I'm going so I can come in a cris'is
I do this for my niggas who never get no chedder
For my niggas up state that'll never get a letter
For my vitally sick that would never get no better
For my niggas in the cold that would never get a sweater
For the life I lead things I done
A ni**a went to school I had to bring my gun
A ni**a had to hustle I had to slung them drums I feel you man
As the man of the house I had to bring income
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again
Yo this life I should rock again huh
Stand on this mothaf**kin block again
Almost get shot again it was tough out there yo
See alotta men get shot up bad
Back up hobbilin sista out gossipin get em' to the hospital
So I don't rhyme for excutives
It's imparitive do it for my jailberg consecutives
Get my messages hell no
Or my block ni**a never live one room 7 kid
Screamin mother overhead two plates one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread
But I shook it off smiled of course kid
My girl wildout on some child support sh*t
I'm out exhausted obselete y'all y'all
But girls will flip like Dominique Daws
I'm not here to teach yall just here to reach yall
If I do my life over I repeat all
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again
When comes a song
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it again